The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old district into slick, obsidian mirrors reflecting a sky that had forgotten how to be blue, and I stood before the archway, my breath hitching in the cold air, watching the mist swirl around the boots of the men who were leaving, men who had once sworn an oath to protect the boundary...

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